by Spencer Eckart
Dreamt of a pickup track
black but green in certain light
someone tried to steal it
drove it through a day spa
submerged I went
to get it out
pastel faces
stared at me
I felt repugnant
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Spencer Eckart is a hybrid poet with work published or forthcoming in The Dodge, Spectra Poets, BRUISER, trampset, scaffold, and elsewhere.
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